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License To Steal - Act VI

License to Steal

ACT VI

Act I // Act II // Act III // Act IV // Act V //Act VI

More License to Steal!JHope here, the spin off is an alt ending to this Act. :)

DUCHESS

---summary: Min Yoongi is your new protection detail upon your return to your father's side after being sent away during a bloody gang war. Now the dust has settled, you've been called back to your old controlled life, and leaving you an unwilling participant in your family's plans. You don't know what they are but you are no longer willing to be the obedient, protected daughter. You don't really care in the least of it makes Yoongi's new assignment hell on earth- So you'll carve your own life out back home on your own terms.

-rating: 18+

-pairing: min yoongi x reader

-word count: 5.6K

-warnings: swearing, gang activities includes drug mention and the slowest of burns, organized crime, toxic af family dynamics, graphic physical abuse, BEWARE IN THIS ACT: Prescription and recreational drug use, violence, blood, graphic descriptions of torture, and murder , Yoongi is not great with jealousy.

Author's note: Welcome to Act VI. Please don't be a silent reader. I love talking to you guys and I hope you're enjoying this fic. Thank you :D Please like, comment, share, send asks, etc. It may help me crank the next act out and I need the pick me up. :D As ever @chelsea-chee is the most beautiful human and her works are all wonderful. She also brings me out of writing funks

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You weren’t sure how you were going to be able to stay in your room while your injuries healed. Jungkook was fine for company, aside from the intense sexual tension. He had ordered you food as he promised; you ate and relaxed in bed after taking the pills Yoongi had left you. After a nap that was closer to a comatose state than sleep, you found yourself being pulled into listening to Jungkook’s intense explanation of the thriving economic success of the city he was building on his mobile game. You couldn’t help the slight emptiness you felt as you finally reached down and flipped your phone over to glance at the screen. You don’t know why you bothered looking at it for anything other than the time. None of your friends from New York had reached out, and the only communication you had received on it was Yoongi. Social media was out, and you were sure you wouldn’t have responded to your old friend group even if they HAD contacted you. You had always been the first to laugh at the revolving door of people that cycled through your friend group. Now you lay in bed alone and cold at the thought that none of your friendships were built on a foundation stronger than money and parties.

You sighed as you registered the time: eight pm. You don’t know why it took you so long to notice the small red one on top of your messaging app. You didn’t know why your stomach lurched downward as you opened the message, biting on your bottom lip and wincing before releasing the flesh with a tiny gasp of pain. Jungkook’s words died in his throat as his eyes snapped to you and he reached out and snagged the pill bottle Yoongi had left. “Take more if you hurt Noona. It’s why Yoongi-hyung left them,” he said softly as he shook two out into his large palm. The worry and disapproval was evident on his face, the skin between his brows creased hard enough to show his “11”’s. His undeniably adorable expression served as a brief distraction from the cause of your distress. You glanced down at your phone, feeling your face scrunch in distaste as you let the text sink into your being.

“Fuck him, give me one more,” you said, flushing when you noticed how gravelly your voice sounded. “He’s a dick. He doesn’t care about anything but making my dad happy. He’s a fucking tool.” You held out your hand for him to drop the pills into, eyes still trained on the message. After a few moments of having your arm extended, you looked at Jungkook, snapping your fingers and sighing loudly in annoyance. The look on his face was nothing short of shocked.

“Noona, you don’t seriously believe that do you?” He scoffed and shook his head. You rolled your eyes hard and stretched your fingers wider to accent your empty palm. He hesitated before he shook out an additional pill. “You shouldn’t take three. We all have some of these in case we get hurt ya know? I’ve never taken more than two,” he said but slowly dropped them into your hand. “He’ll just take them away if you take too many,” he finished in a pouty grumble, settling back into the chair after setting the pill bottle back on the nightstand.

You rolled your eyes once more and tossed the pills into the back of your throat without a second thought, dry swallowing. “I’m aware of what I’m supposed to take. I also am aware of what I want to take. Thanks,” you snapped, not withholding the venom from bleeding into your tone. You couldn’t help but enjoy the satisfaction that rushed through you when you noticed Jungkook’s eyebrow slip up into his wavy fringe, the only sign of his initial astonishment. You knew he wouldn’t tell you no, not if Yoongi hadn’t explicitly instructed him on your medication intake. He would disapprove, but not refuse. Still, it seemed as if your tone had slithered under that irresistible skin of his. He clenched his jaw before rolling his shoulders back. Yoongi would want you to stop taking these soon anyway; it was just to get you through the ache of the first day. You weren’t deathly injured, but the dreamless sleep where the hours slipped by easily was something you were already craving. You never claimed you were celebrated for your self control. There was a reason you had gotten on so well with all the socialites and party girls in New York afterall.

You crawled back up to the top of your bed, slipping under the covers. You allowed yourself to savor the feeling of the luxurious sheets against your smooth skin. The peace only lasted a moment before a throb in your chest made your eyes close tightly as you felt the words echo in your head, hearing Yoongi’s cold voice speak them into your mind.

I’m assuming you’re alive since no one’s called me to come back. It would just be a big pain in my ass.

You knew you were a pain in the ass. You had long since accepted and embraced it, but you had maybe let yourself put stock in the idea that Yoongi viewed you as more than his boss’s daughter. You had possibly, deep down, valued the time you had shared as children. You didn’t have many interactions beyond your family and handlers when you were young. Yoongi would always be synonymous with growing up. That text reminded you just how little you meant to him as a person. You were a part of his job. Right at this moment you wondered how realistic it would really be to get away from this entire life. To run and not look back, never have to look at Yoongi’s face again and see the bored apathy that you hated so much in his expression. You weren’t sure when you started imagining his mask slipping. His actions never made much sense to you, but you would never admit that you spent almost all day when you weren’t preoccupied by sleep or Jungkook, wondering why he would have stayed with you last night. Finally, with a soft sigh, you rolled onto your side and pulled the cover higher, managing to drift off.

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You did try to open your eyes fully when the echoing sound of your bedroom door snapping against the wall jarred you into consciousness. The drugs were in full effect: your vision was swimming and blurred as you tried to focus on the male form storming into your room. The speed with which he walked made it impossible, but you did manage to sluggishly turn your head to the corner where Jungkook had been sitting. You were able to at least recognize he was standing, palms outstretched in an appeal of innocence. “Hyung-”

The crack of bones meeting made you struggle to sit up, but the fog of a medically-induced sleep kept your back to the mattress. You blinked owlishly as Jungkook’s groan reached your ears. “Get the fuck out. You’re so fucking incompetent, that you couldn’t understand ‘stand in the HALLWAY’?!” Yoongi’s voice made you stiffen, the quiet rage he started the sentence with crescendoing into a yell by the end. Jungkook touched his jaw and straightened his shirt before putting his hands up again in a show of humility as he made his way to the door.

“She wanted me in here hyung. Not my fault,” he said coldly, but letting out a mocking laugh as he neared the door frame, obviously not apologetic nor phased by the blow to the face. “You shouldn’t have left her like that. I wouldn’t have,” he taunted with a wave of farewell over his shoulder.

“I’ll shoot that little shit in the ankle,” Yoongi growled as he shoved his hand into his hair before spinning on you, his breath still coming in labored pants. You frowned and rolled your eyes half-heartedly before rolling away from him.

“You’re talking a lot of shit for someone who has no idea what I wanted him in here for.” The pure audacity of this man was astounding to you, “Shut the door on your way out,” you managed to slur before blindly stretching out a hand behind you to fumble for the pill bottle. Your heart was still speeding from the wake-up call that was Yoongi’s arrival. Just one more to assist you back into sleep, even though you knew it was truly not needed. As your hand found purchase on the top of the pill bottle and moved to pull it closer, a large hand enveloped yours and squeezed lightly.

“Look at me.” Yoongi’s short command was enough to make you whip your head in his direction at the sheer audacity, but your retort died in your throat as his eyes narrowed on you. “You took enough. You were sleeping so you weren’t in pain,” he pointed out and tugged on the pill bottle, but you tightened your grip milliseconds before his attempted repossession.

“You weren’t here- you don’t know. I’m just trying to not be such a pain in the ass,” you hissed, words still jilted and not really carrying the malice you had intended. The swimming slosh that was your mind steadying as he leaned over you. “Do your fucking job, Min. I’m going to do what I want unless someone who matters tells me otherwise.”

“You took more than two. You can barely open your damn eyes,” he said icily, but you took the moment he used to study your face to spin the top and shake a pill into the back of your throat. You knew you were being petty and childish, but screw him! You watched his lip lift up on one side in disdain, whether it was in regards to your pill popping or words; you couldn’t find it in you to be bothered. “You’re back to calling me Min. Heartbreaking.”

“So what? Like you give a shit? No one cares about how many of these I take anyway. Who would care?”

“Your fiance probably.”

Your sputtering was surely unattractive, and you squinted at him and shook your head. “If I’m unavailable, he will just pick another girl. I’m just trying to go to sleep and not think about this shit show. I’m alive. You established that. What else can I do for you?” You let out a huff and tried to turn away once more, willing the drug to carry you into uninterrupted sleep once more. You also tried to ignore the dip in the bed as you felt Yoongi sit on your mattress, ignoring the exasperated sigh he released.

“You’ll let Jungkook stay with you but won’t ask me to stay?” His words were light but the weight of them settled in your stomach and you begrudgingly rolled onto your back to look at him blearily.

“I’m enough of a pain in the ass just breathing- you want to add having to stay here with me?”

Yoongi blinked in confusion and passed his tongue over his lips. “That’s the second time you’ve called yourself a pain in the ass. Since when were you so self-aware?” His telltale smirk was back, the anger from finding Jungkook in the room with you instead of his assigned post in the hall had seemed to have passed. You weren’t in a forgiving mood, even if Jungkook had sauntered out, unbothered. “Besides, if you’ve been taking these like candy, I probably need to stay,” he noted with a raised eyebrow, pointing vaguely at the pill bottle.

“Let’s start off with the fact you don’t get to say who comes into my room if they are of no threat to me. That’s not your job.” You snapped, feeling your face start to burn in embarrassment as the words continued to spill out of your mouth. You would blame it on the substance swimming through your blood until the day you died. “You called ME a pain in the ass. It’s all about your job. It’s always about him,” you spat, the image of your father coming to the forefront of your mind. “I am sick of bothering you and everyone else. You were out today doing more work for him instead of staying with me. You left.” Your voice cracked and you couldn’t help but avert your eyes in pure shame as you spilled what had truly ruined your day. It hadn’t been seeing your battered face or thinking about the fact you would be sold for monetary gain and convenience. “Jungkook was here because he gives a shit.”

It was that Yoongi had left.

When his cool fingertips brushed under your chin to gently guide your face back to face him, you attempted to not meet his piercing dark gaze but failed. “I’m going to ignore the JK shit right now. I don’t want to talk about him. We’ll deal with that tomorrow. I care about you and me. I sent you that because it’s what I would have said if I was here. You normally would have said something smart ass back. I missed hearing that smart mouth of yours today,” he said gruffly, skimming a finger over your cut lip and tilting his head. “Princess, did me not being here bother you that much?”

His finger trailing on your skin had your core clenching. This was ridiculous, you chastised yourself, and turned your head away, pointing at his folded clothes in response, clearing your throat. “Just change. God only knows what you were up to all day. Those clothes are probably covered in DNA.” His answering smirk made you roll your eyes. You had hit that nail on the head.

“I had to meet Hoseok today.” You blinked as he walked over to grab his clothes, starting to shed his current set. You hadn’t heard that name in forever.

“Glad to know the beast is on a leash,” you grumbled as you sunk back into the pillows, eyes trained on Yoongi’s impromptu strip-show. He raised an eyebrow and shook his dark hair out of his eyes, tilting his head to the side as he unbuckled his belt.

“He’s holding his own leash at this point. I don’t think you remember clearly. He is just willing to sit back and watch like I am as long as it serves him,” Yoongi mused. “I’m going to shower in your bathroom. You should probably try to sleep that medicine off. I’m not giving you anymore so enjoy it,” he said, turning with a short wave, ignoring your middle finger shooting up at his back.

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Yoongi’s POV:

Yoongi knew he shouldn’t have laid a hand on Jungkook, but it was due to the crest of emotion he had been riding into the room. It was all due to news of your engagement, and as he let the hot water pelt his skin he didn’t know how he didn’t think to steel himself to the idea sooner. You were beautiful, rich... and a marriage to you would be advantageous to anyone connected in the underworld. He threaded his fingers into his hair and tugged slightly to try and relieve any of the building pressure in his skull before tilting his face up to the spray.

If you had been a touch more sober he wasn’t sure if you would forgive him for his reaction. It was an overstep to throw him out. Not as far as his job description went, if it was brought up to your father it could be easily concealed as he was protecting the impending nuptials. It was all about his overbearing control he had just smothered you with, but you had still agreed to let him stay. You hadn’t slapped his hand away immediately when he touched you. It meant something right? He would have to apologize to you tonight and then Jungkook at some point.

He turned off the water and reached out for a towel before drying off quickly. He couldn’t seem to help the anxiety he felt that you were waiting for him to join you. He knew it wasn’t smart to keep indulging himself. His plans would result in your father dead, and possibly his own demise. Would opening the vault that contained his attraction to you at this point only end up hurting you? It was likely.

He pulled on the sweatpants once more and grabbed the trash bag he had swiped out of the waste basket next to your sink that now contained his suit. He would torch it tomorrow. He shoved the bag under your sink and grabbed his gun and shirt before entering your bedroom. Yoongi couldn’t help the soft puff of breath that escaped him as he watched your figure curled in bed as he crossed the room and pulled the cover back. He couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip and chew in indecision before he laid the gun and his shirt down on the side table before he crawled in. He should have put the shirt on but he couldn’t help it. He was selfish and weak and he knew it. It was just becoming more clear to him just how weak he was.

Your quiet groan made him turn his head to you as Yoongi watched your sleepily shuffle in bed over to the newfound source of heat. Your hand trailed up his stomach to rest on his chest and he shut his eyes, savoring the heavy touch due to your sleepy state. He couldn’t help but suck in a breath, the soft definition of his abs flexing as he felt his cock twitch to life again. It was debasing, that this was how he was living out his desires but he couldn’t risk hurting you. He had to wait until he carried out his plan. Then, you wouldn’t feel a loss on the off chance you reciprocated any of his feelings. He wouldn’t risk starting anything with you but then leave you upset if he was dead.

Yoongi gently reached his arm up to lay above your head, letting his large hand rest on your head. The action earned a soft grumble and your leg hooking over his. He raised an eyebrow and smirked as he let his eyes shut. He would apologize tomorrow.

Protecting you was the only thing in this hell’s cape that mattered. He was resolute to let the blood flow in the streets until the weight on your shoulders lifted.

===== Y/N POV:

Two weeks of being stuck in this room.

You were sure you would scale the wall, taking inspiration from Rapunzel, if the bruising hadn’t resolved enough to be covered with makeup soon. The routine you had slipped into was uneventful, to say the least. Your laptop was always plugged into the wall and situated in your bed, it’s own little pillow propping it up. A steady revolving schedule of food was presented to you by whoever was staying with you. Yoongi barely left your side, even though the pair of you had slipped into a comfortable silence most days, interrupted by bickering and verbal sparring that would make a bystander wonder if they should intervene.

The overwhelming depression that had overcame you like a wave had ebbed slightly with the establishment of your schedule and Yoongi’s apathetic yet calming presence. When Yoongi did leave you, a double guard of young men you didn’t recognize stood in the hall, never once knocking on your door or disturbing you beyond when you spilled a drink and your resulting cry had the door swinging open immediately as they assessed the situation. Jungkook had not been stationed as your guard since Yoongi’s arrival in your room that first night. You’ve yet to see the hide nor hair of the beautiful young man since you watched him walk out in a haze. The irritation had festered towards Yoongi since that night; he had never even apologized for being a controlling ass. He knew it was one of your biggest issues, understandably so given your father. You felt the emotion blossoming once more in your throat as you sat in front of your mirror, winding a curl around your finger so it laid perfectly.

It was still early in the afternoon, but Yoongi had left briefly, and the same pair of guards had already introduced themselves quickly before Yoongi had stepped out with a quick promise to return before dinner. You had noticed he was tense all morning with you, jabbing at his screen with more annoyance than usual. You had teased him but he didn’t seem open to your jokes, so you had rolled your eyes and resumed your primping. You couldn’t help but to be excited that you may actually feel comfortable stepping into public for the first time in weeks.

Your ears pricked at the sound of the doorknob turning and the soft creak of the door. “You’re kind of early Min,” you said lightly as you slipped your hands into the crown of your head to lift the tresses to a semblance of volume. The dry chuckle you heard had your heart stuttering to a stop and your body tensing to the point of pain, your muscles locking.

“Duchess, you look absolutely ravishing. No wonder Yoongi won’t come play with me anymore.”

“Shouldn’t you be in a padded cell by now?” you snapped, trying to resist the urge to turn, but unable to stop the chill that shook one of your bare shoulders, and you grimaced as your eyes flicked up to meet the smiling man’s gaze in the mirror, his lithe figure hovering a few paces behind you, watching you intently. “Why the hell are you here?” His smile grew into the wide heart that had made your pupils dilate, hyper aware of the situation you found yourself in, and with whom.

“Oh, Yoongi knows I’m up here. He told me to make sure you were almost ready. He wanted to take you out to eat before you go for drinks with your lovely betrothed. He’s busy decoding the man’s entire personality from the conversation he’s having with your father,” Hoseok said blandly, waving a hand in dismissal, but not letting his eyes leave your own in the mirror. “Duchess, you don’t look happy to see me. And here I was all excited to relieve those children outside and say hello. It’s been ages.”

There had always been something that set you on edge about this man, even as teenagers. Then you had heard your father’s men discussing just how much J-Hope enjoyed the jobs he was given by your father. You had always listened as you grew up. Knew that Yoongi was prized for his ability as a teenager to disappear in a crowd and tail someone until they were alone; he could put the bullet in his target and leave without a trace.

Then there was J-Hope. The words that were thrown around the most with the older members of the family were: bloodthirsty, unhinged, hard to control. They wrote it off originally to him just having a youth’s energy, but it had never subsided. That thought had always made you standoffish. Yoongi- you would bicker with as a teen, but you went quiet when Hoseok chimed into whatever argument you had been having and quickly found an excuse to leave.

“Hoseok, we weren’t friends then- why would we be now?” you said dryly and reached for a bullet of lipstick to try and busy your hands. You also felt the need to run today, just like back then, but the way his eyes flashed made your hand pause in taking off the black top of the luxury cosmetic. “Why are you staring at me like that?!” you huffed, trying to recover as you ripped your gaze away from his and tried to refocus as you leaned into the mirror.

The coolness of his hand on your shoulder made you rip the color away from your lips and shrug your shoulder harshly.

“You thought we weren’t friends? You wound me Duchess. I always thought we were flirting,” he purred with a laugh, eyes still blazing as his grip tightened lightly on your skin.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get anymore deranged,” you hissed and scrunched your nose before rolling your eyes. “Since you’re having those delusions, I don’t need to worry about the fact you said I was going to drinks with that tool that is buying me.” You finished with an eye roll; his appearance was disarming, but not enough to forget his apparent reason for fetching you. “I impolitely decline if I can manage without being manhandled again.”

“That’s not in the cards Duchess. You know I’m nicer than Yoongi though,” Hoseok said lightly, loosening his grip on your shoulder to let a fingertip trail in a small circle on your bare shoulder blade, the off-the-shoulder dress you had chosen now turning out to be a horrible choice as he traced an abstract pattern behind you to your neck. If it had been anyone else, you would have broken their finger. Hoseok wasn’t harmless, but he was if you endured whatever mind game he had in store, at least for Yoongi’s sake.

You hoped.

“You’re nicer huh? That’s interesting. I’m sure that’s why Yoongi had to burn the suit he wore after meeting up with you,” you grumbled and tried to resume applying the lipstick with more confidence. If you were going to have to do this whole impromptu outing thing with the lawyer, you were going to look damn good; at least to wear some sort of armor.

“I mean, of course I am. Yoongi doesn’t let you have any fun. He was complaining to me downstairs that he tried to give you pain meds and you took almost the whole thing he gave you in a few days.” He tsked his tongue and you scoffed and shrugged in dismissal. “You were in New York living the high life then have to come back to that old man. It’s a waste really,” Hoseok said, his voice bland but your eyes had risen back up to watch him carefully, trying to school your expression.

“What are you getting at J-Hope?”

“I’m J-Hope now? Fuck Duchess. It’s hot when you say it,” he joked and pulled his fingertip from your skin to dip into his charcoal grey suit pocket, producing a small bag of white powder. “I just wanted you to have a good time tonight. I know your meal will be enjoyable, we all can see how up your ass Yoongi is.” You opened your mouth to interrupt but Hoseok held up his hand, baggie tucked into his palm with his thumb. “But after dinner you may want this. It’s not a NYC club, but live a little. I know you miss it. I’ll be there, Yoongi will be there. Watching from… well afar, but not really,” he mused and shrugged with a smile.

You narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips as you studied him. “You’re just trying to start shit as usual,” you grumbled but turned to face him properly at last, turning away from the mirror and you ignored his over exaggerated exhale as he looked down at your chest.

“You deserve the world Duchess. Consider it a welcome home present and… me showing my appreciation for how well you grew up.” The purr had another round of goosebumps breaking out and you held out your palm expectantly.

“Come on. I appreciate it but I’m not doing some weird shit,” you grumbled and felt heat rise up your neck at the sound of his bright laugh, smile not leaving his face. His appearance was so at odds with the facts you knew. You honestly had the feeling a crack would appear on the surface of his cheek soon from the stretch of his lips.

“What do you take me for? I would only play with you if you trusted me, and you don’t for whatever reason. I would love nothing more than to have you in bed and run something pretty and sharp over this skin. It is so soft. Like nothing bad has ever touched it… I want to change that,” he said softly, and you felt your muscles tense again.

“No one is cutting me up over some coke,” you snapped and stood quickly, starting to move past him until his hand shot out to snag your elbow to impede your escape.

“Duchess, it’s not about that. It’s about the fact I could press too hard and cut into you, but that’s not the point. It’s the fact that you're right on the edge of danger but you trust me enough to not flay you.” The seductive tone that entered his voice made your hair stand on end. You couldn’t help the squeak that emerged as he passed his delicate nose against your hair, and you jerked violently out of his grasp.

“Give it to me and wait outside, you sick bastard,” you demanded, trying and failing to keep the shake out of your voice. His laughing response made him fold over slightly as he tossed the small bag on your vanity.

“I think I’ll stay here. I’m not Yoongi; you can’t just order me around like a dog.You’d be the one on the leash after all.” His words made you unconsciously put a hand up to your collarbone and drum out a nervous rhythm. You couldn’t help but to watch him carefully as he continued; you had some sense of self preservation. “ You’re cute, I’ll give you that. I heard you even have Jungkook risking his neck to get inside you,” he said, the seductive tease gone as he strode over to the chair and sat in it with more grace than he had any right to possess.

“Jungkook shouldn’t be risking anything. I’m not married yet. Who I decide to sleep with is my business,” you said coldly as you moved to your closet and fished for an appropriate pair of shoes to finish your outfit. The answering laugh was grating and you growled in annoyance. “Can you stop laughing at everything?”

“I can’t help it Duchess.” Hoseok studied his short but manicured nails as he crossed his legs before looking up to you once more, watching you weigh the decision of two different pairs of shoes. “Go with the ones in your left hand. I want to see if I’m right about Yoongi’s foot fetish. I bet you have pretty feet.” His suggestion was enough to have you dropping the open toed heels and start slipping on the Louboutin, crouching down to tie the fine leather of the straps that wrapped up your ankle and Hoseok tsked again. “Kink shaming is unbecoming,” he teased and you held up your middle finger.

“All I’ll think about all night is if he has a foot kink. I just want to enjoy dinner and get through whatever shit show is afterwards,” you retorted as you started on your other foot, unable to admire the beauty of the epic dance Louboutin. You had always loved nice things; at least if you were forced to go through with this sham of a marriage, you wouldn’t have to stop or have a limit imposed on you.

“You distracted me Duchess. You said that Jungkook wasn’t risking anything. You really believe that? Yoongi calls you Princess for a reason. He wants you treated like one. Then here comes cocky young Jungkook trying to debase you. You think he’s not risking it all when he’s trying to get with Yoongi’s childhood love?”

You couldn’t help the snort and eye roll. “You gave me the coke but you did the shrooms? You’re hallucinating; he never had a crush on me. We fight. We get along kind of now but as kids we fought and he was always a pain in my ass,” you grumbled as you turned your attention to your reflection in the mirror, ignoring Hoseok’s keen eyes on you as you tugged the bottom of your skirt straight.

“He is ready to start a full blown war over you. Maybe it’s not a childhood love. Maybe he loves you now,” Hoseok said, tilting his head and picking at a spotless nail. “I would believe it; he can’t sell it to anyone as a rescue mission. I’m going along with it because it’s Yoongi and I think everyone needs to be reminded of who is the real power in this outfit,” he finished with a flourishing hand.

You felt your fingertips go cold and your breath caught. This had to be a damn joke. J-Hope was screwing with you, Yoongi wasn’t that insane. He was level headed. “Why are you joking like that? Shut up, you never know if there’s a tap in here,” you said softly and tried to ignore the loud sound of his answering laugh.

“Duchess, everything tap and surveillance goes through Taehyung these days. He’s joining us for drinks tonight, but keep your hands to yourself. Yoongi won’t survive you lusting over two of the young bloods.” The lilting dismissive tone had you baring your teeth at the patronization. “I’m not fucking with you. I’d get whatever you have to say to anyone out now. Who knows who is going to make it out of this.”

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probablypjm · 2 years

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goodnight, sleep tight (chapter 1)

wc: 3.5k summary: you lead a mundane life, with the most exciting thing lately being that you’ve got a boyfriend ( ! ). however, things out of the ordinary begin to happen, and you’re starting to lose sleep ... it’s going to be up to your boyfriend to help you, or maybe he can’t. trigger warnings/ kinks (for this chapter): fingering, dubious consent (sort of? it happens in a dream)

notes: for bangtandarknet’s all hallow’s eve event. i have not written in a very, very long while and i would love to hear your thoughts if any on this chapter. please heed a hag’s wishes.

"Love you, babe!"

"Love you too!"

You grin as your hear Jimin's warm, familiar voice just before the door clicks shut, effectively shutting out the sounds from your apartment. Instead, you drink in the city sounds of car horns blaring, footfall, and other overwhelming noises of the city.

You and Jimin have been dating for a little over three months now, after having gotten to know each other for another three. It had been serendipitous. Love at first sight. An instant connection. All the tropes you didn't think would happen to you.

But they did.

And now, you were as happy as could be, even if it was a Monday morning, even as grumpy office workers jostled you without so much as an apology, even when you had to squeeze onto an already packed train carriage, even when lunch hour came and every customer in line was rude and impatient to the you who was just trying your best.

Since getting together with Jimin, even the horrible things that plagued your daily life had become mere trivialities. Because now, there was someone waiting for you at home, warm and loving. Whose personal mission was to cheer you up at the end of a long day, and was the first person you told tiny triumphs of the day to. Jimin was all that you had dreamed of when you were younger and watching Disney movies of princesses falling for princes who saved the day. And it was great.

You glanced at the clock, impatient to end work and spend time with Jimin. Unfortunately, there was still a couple of hours to go until your shift ended.

"Thinking of loverboy?"

You turned and saw your co-worker - and closest thing you had to a friend - with broom in hand, teasing grin on her face.

"Of course," you said, a cheeky note creeping up in your tone. "Don't hate on me just because you can't find someone for yourself, Jihyo."

She let out a low whistle, look of mock anger on her face. The pout only made her cuter, and you're once again struck by how Jimin had flirted with you and not her eons ago. "Someone's mean today. Wait 'till I report you to Jimin."

"Report to me about what?"

Both of you turned at the voice, a happy squeak of happiness leaving you as you immediately recognised who it belonged to.

"Nothing. Jihyo's lying."

Jimin just smiled, and your heart started beating embarrassingly faster at the simple gesture. Jihyo clicked her tongue. "Y/N's been mean to me. Calling me lonely and pathetic."

"I did not!"

Jimin laughs. "I'm sure my lovely girlfriend did not say that, Jihyo."

"She did too. And one day, I'll get proof so that you two stop ganging up on me." You feigned impatience and nudged her, who let out an exaggerated huff of her own. "Fine, fine, I'm going. Enjoy your minute-long transaction and several more hours of Y/N openly staring at you as you study, Jimin." Before you can smack her for that dig, she's skipped off to the furthest corner of the store - probably anticipating your reaction - and started sweeping.

“Reminiscing about the old days - when you did stare at me for hours while I was working on my thesis.” Jimin sighed, dramatically looking out into the distance. Your face turned redder, if possible.

“I did not!” You protested, although the colour of your face betrayed you.

“It’s okay to admit it, babe.” Jimin reaches out to brush his fingers tenderly across your cheek. “Stare all you want. After all, I’m yours now.”

~*~

The perk of working at the café near your boyfriend's campus was that you two could often go home together.

Well, in the first place, the perk of working at the café near his campus was being able to meet him in the first place.

It's true that you were smitten with Jimin the moment you laid eyes on him. He was undeniably good looking, and blondes had always been your type. Never mind that it was obviously dyed, it suited him well. He had a certain charm to him, too. Laidback and friendly, but serious when it came to it. You enjoyed the look of intense concentration on his face when he sat down and started typing away at his laptop, wondered what he was so passionate about that he had that look on his face.

Though, you weren't as discreet as you thought you were. He'd caught your lingering stares, - he'd tell you this on the third date. He had been attracted to you at first sight, too, but didn't dare to make a move too quickly. He'd been overjoyed when you had agreed to a date, then one more, and more and more, and finally he was at his happiest when you'd agreed to be his girlfriend.

He knew it was your first serious relationship, and was gentle in all the right ways. He asked before he kissed you, he listened patiently when you'd ramble about some insecurity before reassuring you in a way no one else ever had before. He was your first boyfriend and - if you were being honest - you were hoping he’d be the last.

You turned your key into the lock, Jimin's presence right behind you. A bag of Chinese food dangled from his fingertips. You pushed the door open, switching on the lights in the hallway as the both of you toed off your shoes. It was a small apartment meant for one but now practically housing two, what with Jimin sleeping over so much.

"I'm starving," you announced, tossing your keys onto the hallway table. Jimin just laughs, going ahead to the kitchen and starting to pull out plates and cutlery for your late dinner. Your eyes followed his back, a small smile on your face. You felt pleased that he could navigate your apartment so well, already looking as if he belonged. Maybe you're fast or maybe you're just that in love, but you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him already. It gratified you to see him fit so seamlessly into your life.

"Beer? Water? Something else?" He yelled as you pattered around the living room to lay your stuff down.

"Beer, please!" You yelled back.

Jimin emerged from the kitchen not a moment later, two plates in his hands and two cans of beer tucked by his side. You giggled at the sight, quickly reaching out to take the plates from him and ease his burden. He smiled at your giggle which only made a happy thrill run through you again.

"What should we watch tonight?" He asked, sinking down next to you on the couch.

"Should we continue Girl From Nowhere? Or maybe a movie? Jennifer's Body, since Halloween's coming up?"

Jimin looked a bit reluctant. You assumed it was because he wasn't a fan of horror, but before you could suggest another movie, he was reaching for the remote and flicking through movie titles until it came upon the suggested one. "Sure, but I'm not responsible if you can't sleep tonight."

Your jaw dropped. "I am not a baby!"

"You had your hand covering the screen for at least ninety per cent of Haunting of Bly Manor."

"That's justified!"

Jimin's grinning at you. "I'm not saying we can't watch Jennifer's Body, babe. Just that you're going to regret it."

You pouted petulantly. "Am not."

Oh, you were so regretting it.

"Boo."

You let out a high-pitched shriek, nearly dropping the stacked plates. You whirled around and glared at Jimin who, to his credit, had a guilty smile on his face.

"You are evil."

"You said you weren't going to be scared!" He follows you into the kitchen, gently taking the plates from you before you could protest and starting to wash them instead. You suppressed a smile.

"I'm not! That was unfair. You scared me that time, not the movie."

"And you were on edge and could get scared because ...?"

You huffed at Jimin's cheeky smile, deciding then and there to no longer keep him company as he did the dishes. He could suffer from being alone! You were going to shower.

You could hear his laughter echoing all down the hallway.

The water pipes hissed and steam greeted you as you slid the door aside, stepping into the tub cum shower area. A sigh left your lips as your muscles relaxed under the hot water, relaxing even further when you popped the cap off your shampoo bottle and smelled the comforting scent of ylang ylang.

Closing your eyes and standing with your back facing the taps, your fingers threaded through your hair as you worked the shampoo in. The water's heat, sweet scents of the soap and rhythmic pattering of droplets hitting the tile washed all your worries and stress away.

"Boo."

Your eyes flew open. Goosebumps broke out all over your skin despite the near-scalding water.

There couldn't possibly be anyone or anything behind you - your back was nearly flush to the wall. Yet, the whisper - so faintly reminiscent of your boyfriend's voice - had definitely come from behind you, just to the left. It had even felt like a breath in your ear ...

Blood roared in your ears. Your arms were aching from having your fingers in your hair. You didn't dare move, as if if there were something, it'd avoid you if you were just still and quiet.

You're imagining things, you thought. Paranoia from the movie. The sound of roaring water suddenly seemed like a nuisance, able to hide sounds that might suggest someone else in the room with you. The fluorescent light suddenly made it feel like you were too much in a horror movie scene, classic heroine trapped naked in the bathroom. The world suddenly narrowed and became very, very small, and you were finding it harder to breathe.

Screw this shower, and the fact that you hadn't actually soaped your body. Your hands fell back to your sides, and you hurriedly turned off the taps and pulled open the shower door. Quickly wrapping yourself in your towel, you exited the bathroom, not caring about the puddles you were leaving in your wake.

It was just a short distance to your bedroom. You walked in and reached out to switch the lights on first thing, but screamed when the vague shape of a figure was outlined in the darkness, mere seconds before light flooded the room.

"Whoa babe, it's just me!"

Jimin's eyes were wide, as were yours. One hand was over your racing heart, the other holding the towel up. Water was still dripping.

"What were you doing in the dark?"

He shrugged helplessly. "I already know where everything is. I just wanted to grab some stuff before joining you in the shower." His brows furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"

Your heart, while still beating fast, was starting to slow down. The absurdity of the situation was finally hitting you. There couldn't possibly have been a whisper, specifically in your boyfriend's voice. There was just no way he was in that room, could have been in that room. You were just on edge from the horror movie, as he had said. As he had predicted.

You approached Jimin, sniffling. "I just had a scare, that's all." You say pitifully.

What he does next surprises you. He envelopes you in a tight embrace despite this meaning he'd get his clothes grossly wet. Your arms, locked against his chest, long to wrap him in an embrace, too. You slowly lower your head, resting it on his chest.

You’re surprised - but glad - he’s not ribbing you for the movie. You had expected comfort, but not to this level.

He really was the best person ever.

"Would it help if I showered with you?" Scratch that.

"You're just a perv," you say playfully.

"Maybe," he says in the same light, playful tone. "If it helps my girlfriend sleep at night."

You turn serious. “Yeah, maybe that’s a good idea.” You say hesitantly.

It's fine. You're fine. It's going to be fine.

*~*

The room is cold, and Jimin's peacefully sleeping next to you.

Yet, for some reason, you were unable to fall asleep properly. You kept dozing off, but something always seemed to pull you back to consciousness just as you were about to slip under. Your eyes were quickly growing weary from blinking in the darkness each time you semi-woke up, before being forcefully shut to try to enter deep sleep. You wanted to toss and turn, but you couldn't, not really - not without risking waking Jimin up. When you turned, you were painfully careful, gently lifting the covers up and turning millimetre by millimetre until you were lying on your other side. All this was good and well for Jimin's sake, but it made you even more tired and frustrated when, even after going through all that, you couldn't quite fall asleep right. There were moments where you were convinced you must've slept a bit, but it certainly didn't feel that way, and before you knew it your alarm was ringing to signal it was seven o'clock.

You groaned, hearing rustling from Jimin's side as he awoke to the same alarm. You switched it off and sighed. In the quiet of the room, now with early sunlight filtering through, you were so exhausted that you suddenly thought you could fall asleep like that.

However, you knew you couldn't. You had work. So with herculean effort, you sat upright in bed, willing for the strength and energy to open your eyes and actually get out of bed.

The rustling to your right continued, before a groggy voice said, "Slept well?"

You felt a stab of irritation, though you were well aware it was no fault of Jimin's. "No." You say curtly, tossing the covers aside and getting out of bed. Your footsteps faltered as you recalled what had happened in the bathroom, which just so happened to be the next room you were headed to to brush your teeth.

It was just an overactive imagination. You soldiered on then, entering the room almost defiantly. You squeezed toothpaste onto your brush and padded back to the bedroom where Jimin was starting to wake up.

It's not due to fear. Not at all. "Coffee?" You ask around the mouthful of toothpaste, feeling bad for snapping at him earlier though you're sure he didn't see it that way.

"Yes please, angel." Your heart beat faster and you felt the tiredness leave your body, just a little bit.

It’s fine. You just had to get through today’s shift, and then you could knock out safely at night.

*~*

You said that all you had to do was get through today's shift, but it was proving more difficult than anticipated.

You blinked back tears as you stared at the spilt coffee spreading across the counter, already dripping onto the cupboard doors and onto the floor. Broken shards lay on the floor. It had been an accidental knock of your hand as you were turning, rushing to stock up on some pastries an irate customer was demanding. Without thinking, you spring into action and grab at a rag to clean it, but -

"Hey! Where's my food, lady?"

Oh my god. Your own voice was yelling in your head. It's hard enough to focus in your sleep-deprived state: there's a certain unreal quality that real life takes when you're low on sleep, somehow like you're stumbling in any direction you go. It's really hard to focus when a queue's forming, a customer’s yelling, multiple machines are going off that makes it hard to know who to pay attention to, and you're trying to squeeze into as small a form as possible while mopping up the liquid so that other baristas don't get troubled. Even though you're pretty sure they're already annoyed at you for having caused a mess in the first place.

Your tears are just about to spill over when you hear Jihyo's customer service voice, and no more yelling from the customer. You glance up and Jihyo catches your eye, giving you a small smile before refocusing on the customer.

Warm feelings of gratitude wash over you as you move faster to wipe all the surfaces you had accidentally dirtied. You gingerly pick up the jagged pieces of the cup and toss them into the bin, using the cloth to catch the smaller pieces and tossing them all in the bin again.

Jihyo's shift ended earlier than yours, so you reluctantly watched her head out while unable to thank her - the café's unusually busy, and your attention is entirely demanded so you can't escape for a break to talk to her.

You can only share about her kindness to Jimin that night at home. Unfortunately, Jimin hadn't shown up at the café today. He said it was due to a meeting with his professor and of course you believed him, but it made you pout just a little. Surely your mood would've been better with him around. Then again, it was really busy so you would've barely had time to gain strength from staring at him, and you certainly didn't want him to see your clumsiness today ...

"... she's an angel, Jimin." You continue gushing. "I wish we were friends outside of work."

Jimin pulls you onto his lap, a small sound of surprise escaping you at the sudden motion. Your hands fly up to his shoulders to balance yourself.

"What?" You giggled anxiously, perturbed by the suddenness.

"You have me." You stare at him. He said it seriously, but there's an angelic smile on his face. For some reason, this sends you into a state of confusion. You wait for him to say more, to clarify or say Just kidding! I’m just a little jealous, you know? or anything but he continues smiling serenely at you. Unable to bear the silence, you spur into action. "I know," you settle on saying. You swallow the words, I meant like, friends. Because it's not like Jimin wasn't your friend. In fact, he was probably the highest tier friend of them all, as juvenile as ranking is. He was your partner, he is more important than the other relationships in your life ... and he does always comfort you.

He leaned in, and so you do, too. The small moment doesn't matter anymore.

*~*

You managed to fall asleep that night - but it's weird.

You know when you know you're in a dream but still, you can't seem to have any effect on it?

Your skin is feverish in the dream, and you're not quite even standing upright. Your back's being supported by someone's arm and you're being laid down, but this is all just very disorienting to you. You can't move, you can't stand up straight, you've lost your sense of direction with the way this unseen force is positioning you. Your eyes are open within the dream, yet you can't make anything out. There's an underlying prickling underneath your skin, but something stronger's fighting it - telling you to relax without the words actually being said. The tension creates unrest within you, as if you know you should be falling into deep sleep but are steadfastly being prevented from doing so. As if on constant guard against something, like you can close your eyes but you can't doze off. Like being wide awake but you're actually asleep.

A moan escapes your lips. You suddenly register pleasure from between your legs, what feels like fingers pumping out of your slick heat. You spread your legs further, trying to look down and see but everything's foggy - your vision, your head. You don't know where you are or who is doing this to you, you know you're in a dream and it feels good but you just want rest but surely it's not that bad to have a sex dream?

The mist clears suddenly. You take the opportunity to look down.

Blood is smeared on your thighs. The hand attached to a forearm attached to someone you can't see is still working you, and to your horror you realise that blood was the lubricant that was being used.

You jolt, and scream.

You scream and scream, hoping to wake up, but while your eyes are cracking open, there's some kind of weight on you. Your own body refuses to wake you up. You are somewhere in-between the real world and the unconscious, you are fighting to move your own muscles but they are going at a glacier-slow pace that makes you feel like you're drowning.

It feels like forever until your eyes are wide open and you're greedily drinking in deep breaths, but it takes a while to realise you are in the real world. In your bedroom with its unassuming, plain furniture and no screaming or weird fog. Are you sure this is reality? Your fingers clench the covers, your heart going a mile a minute - not unlike the incident in the bathroom.

What the -?

#bangtandarknet #jimin fic #jimin smut #bts fic #bts smut #reposting bc it didn't show up in the tags

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scribblemetae · 2 years

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Just so everybody is fully aware i will not be associated with Bangtandarknet in the future.

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hobiwonder · 2 years

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if you must know, the admins of bangtandarknet are members of the net that you admin, btsghostiewritersnet

i don't remember asking but thanks for the info

#we've already dealt with it

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Silk - Part 1

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summary: Being a vampire can be mundane. To avoid the monotony you joined the investigation specialists under your area's council. The past few years have been more eventful than most, a new drug is ravaging the city. You are partnered with your ex friends with benefits (Could you even call it that?) and you both rapidly descend into old habits. Who has a secret to hide?

-rating: 18+

-pairing: vamp! kim seokin x vamp!reader

-word count: 2.5k

-warnings: swearing, STRONG warning for fictional drugs, fictional drug mentions and fictional drug use, death (unnamed oc's), domxsub dynamics, choking, restraints, biting (I mean it's a vamp! fic friends) violence, blood, graphic descriptions of torture, and graphic sex scenes will be included in this work, smut, smut, smutty smut, dom!jin.

-authors note: @chelsea-chee is not held liable for this unedited work. I waited until literally 10 minutes before the deadline to post for @bangtandarknet This is my work for the Halloween event~ I've been super out of it but I really appreciate you all <3 ok ily bye

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The vampire race was strong. Unlike the many misconceptions that human pop culture peddled, garlic nor silver had any effect. The sun didn’t bother your kind beyond the pains due to your hypersensitive eyes. The most common demise of vampires was due to other vampires or ingesting bad blood.

Therefore it was easily understandable - the shock that had rippled your kind when a substance began to seep into the community over the past 5 years that had few existing survivors. What shocked most was the fact that it wasn’t being forced on your brethren. They were willingly subjecting themselves to it.

You had seen first hand how much of a chore it was for the undead to achieve a true death. Those experiences were feeding into the intense feeling of discomfort about the recent reports that had flooded into the council. The rumors trickled down through the enforcement silo of which you were part. It hadn’t been long until you and your comrades were reporting to summons of gnarly scenes just like the one you found yourself faced with now. You couldn’t help the quiet puff that escaped you, it was exhausting.

It had been years and no one had found the source, but the outcome was always the same. A shriveled corpse that hours prior had been a member of the undead. Waxy looking and completely drained of all energy and blood. All as a result of overuse of the new synthetic product that had caused an alarming amount of deaths and destruction. Vampires on the street called it silk. Not much else worked to inebriate vampires, but this drug was successful and broke the monotony of long lives.

You couldn’t help how transfixed you were by the scene as you tried to piece together the obvious party night that had gone awry. The gore that surrounded you should not have eaten at you the way it currently was. You were far beyond being fearful because you were crouching alone in an abandoned warehouse, fingers lightly passing over the ground to try and stir up any lingering scents that you may have missed. The echoing silence was comforting enough.

Your existence was filled with it.

Tonight you couldn’t shake the feeling of pins and needles. You felt a level of barely suppressed anxiety for the first time in years. The blood that coated nearly every surface in the chilled space, that didn’t faze you. You were immune to the dried almost brown artwork, that was not what set your skin crawling. It was the litany of flesh, shredded fat, and human innards that covered the space.

Your long life and your lifestyle itself taught you conditioning to nearly anything could be achieved, whether it was death, violence, blood. It could all be learned. It was the absolute ferality of the massacre before the perpetrators final breath. Your kind didn’t exhibit such animalistic destruction.

Your ears pricked at the sound of a rock rolling outside as if shuffled forward by a foot. Your crouch deepened as you stiffened. Whoever was approaching was too silent in the rest of their journey to be human, and no vampire kicked rocks unintentionally. Unless they were high on the substance that initiated the scene you were sent to investigate.

Instead of further bumbling a long shadow was cast by the waning sunlight from outside of the broken windows. The scowl that presented itself onto your face was instantaneous as the waxing laugh that exploded from the newcomer.

“You really look like a cat that has their tail all PFFF.” The handsome man gestured with his hands to indicate a small explosion as he neared you.

A move you would have considered brave if it was anyone else that had arrived unannounced.

“We work alone, you pest.” You growled as you subconsciously tried to will your muscles to relax.

“Did you not check your phone? Council sent a message saying they want everyone investigating the silk outbreak to be in pairs.” He spoke quickly and with relish. It made your lip curl.

“Why.”

“Who am I to question our dear overlords Y/N? I just go where I’m told.” He said lightly and gave a small bow. “Seem to think someone internally is trying to impede us finding the source though.”

“That’s literally the reason Seokjin.” You snapped, you couldn’t stand how he spoke in a circle. All for the theatrical flare it provided. And to think- prior to accepting your position working for the council you had been besotted and trailing after any attention Jin had bothered to toss your way.

“I know that’s the reason, but come now. You’re not a newborn. I can’t be speaking for the council. I’m not their mouthpiece.” As he spoke he strode forward with his hands in his pockets, head swiveling to take in the sight before him as he let out a low whistle from his plush lips. “ I don’t think you’ll get much from this.”

You stood quickly and brushed your hands over your black jeans. “I got enough. Clearly they-“

“Of course the humans were drunk Y/N. 5 humans judging by the number of femurs.”

Your hand curled into a claw as you resisted the urge to swing it with all your strength. The thought of burying your nails into the back of his neck was tempting. His teasing cut through you again. “Do you miss sinking your teeth in? We could take our partnership a bit further than the council originally intended..?” He offered with a smile that spread across his handsome features with ease.

The thought was more tempting than you wanted to admit. Nearly perfect immortality came with plenty of indulgence in all types of pleasures vampires could lose themselves in, but no one in all your years since your last rendezvous with Kim Seokjin had scratched your itch so thoroughly.

“What? You want to see if hate sex with me is just as good as when I trailed after you like you were my maker?” The flirtatious undertone had wound its way through your words unintentionally and you couldn’t help but cringe as you turned on your heel, it would be easier to just leave the scene then face him after that.

Jin laughed openly as he followed you, head tilted in curiosity. “Well love, why not? You used to be so sweet and submissive….so eager to please,” He cooed.

You sped up your steps towards the door and forced out a scoff to cover the dryness that grew in your throat. You had fed this morning, so this was pure lust. “I don’t think you could handle me anymore Jin. You wouldn’t remember how we played.” You breathed failing in your attempt of sounding flippant.

Within a heartbeat Jin was blocking your path, dark eyes glimmering but narrowed at you jibe. “Be careful angel, don’t tease me unless you want me to fuck you right here.” He deadpanned, stepping into your space and going still as you let your options play out in your mind.

Jin was not a path you planned on going down, but if you were indeed stuck with him over the course of your investigation, great sex would be nothing but a benefit. It might even help pass the time.

“Come on angel, I’m asking nicely.” His musical voice made your eyes snap back to him as you stilled as you made your decision.

You could only manage a short nod.

The warehouse was dark, as the sun had set now, as Jin watched you with desire in his eyes.

“Are you going to fuck me?” You breathed out as Jin circled you slowly before stopping behind you, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your lips as you licked your lips as he trailed a hand along your shoulders and neck. You heard him take a deep breath to take in your scent and resisted the urge to shiver

“I’m thinking about it.” He mumbled softly as you shifted to give him better access. You had successfully avoided him, because this was always the outcome of your meetings. No matter how brief. Jin moved in, lips brushing and licking at your neck, and as he settled his teeth against your skin you smirked.

It was always the game with him. Give you the sword with which you could impale yourself, he always wanted to see how far you would go in your chase of pleasure. With that thought you pressed up into his teeth, making the long incisors sink into your skin with ease, daring him to go further.

Jin leaned back and groaned, “I know what you're doing.” He snapped, reaching up and grabbing your breast, squeezing hard. “You’ve always liked fighting, angel. The pain…but how much can you take?”

“All of it.” You snap, letting your head fall back as he reaches down until he cupped your leaking pussy, allowing your hips to rock against his hand as he let out a chuckle.

“We’ll see. I do hope so, because you won’t leave here until you have my dick drenched in your cum and your blood on my lips.” The groan that escaped you was sinful as he pressed his fingers harder against your sex. Jin let his hand trail back up your stomach to fondle your breast, before his fangs into your neck violently, earning a scream of surprise and panic from you.

It was a compromising position even for a vampire as he took a deep drink from you. “Jin-“

“Aht…what do you call me?” He hissed as he rose from your neck, fingers tangling in your hair and yanking your head back to force you onto your toes.

“Sir!” You replied helplessly, a bit disappointed in how you bent to his will so easily. A face and body like his couple with his dominating sexual presence had you folding to him within minutes. “Please.”

Jin crashed his lips onto yours, slick with your blood and the plea had him groaning. It was the desperation that had done it. You reach back to free his hard length, working your hand around him. With a growl he slammed your hands up around your head with one hand. “That isn’t how this will be, angel.” He warned.

“Really?” You said breathlessly, trying to force away the tremble of anticipation in your voice, a grin flirting on your lips.

“You said I couldn’t handle you. As if I can’t make you heel. You said yes because you want punishment with your pain.” You couldn’t help the heaving of your chest as he forced you towards a wall and what was obviously once a workstation snatching up a length of chain and forcing your arms together behind you with such force you couldn’t help but gasp.

His next move was so quick a human would have missed his hand shootout to tear away the fabric of your shirt with ease. You knew your eyes were wild as he studied your chest before making short work of your bra and forcing your jeans all the way down. Before he removed your jeans just as quickly.

His gazing at your body was electrifying at first, but as your need grew you began to grow impatient in record time. “Will you stop playing around and just fuck me?” You snapped and he stepped back slightly and raised an eyebrow.

“You can’t rush me angel. It’s been years…and I’ve been thinking about all the ways I’m going to fuck you…how to make you scream.” He taunted but lowered his mouth to your breast and allowed his tongue to pass over your pebbled skin. You couldn’t help but shiver as you arched into him, eyes slipping closed. Without warning he bit down hard on your chest, blood welling and spilling into his mouth again, his nails digging his fingers into your hips.

Your brain began to fog as he teased you with his teeth and a hand gripping your neck in a vice. Jin seemed to pity you as he spotted the slick beginning to run down one of your thighs, your pussy glistening with arousal. He swiftly kicked one of your feet to the side and lifted one of your legs before angling his cock to your entrance and roughly slamming himself inside of you.

You jolted from the force, a noise barely escaping you before he pulled back and slammed in again. The chains clanged together as he took you mercilessly, slipping in and out with ease even as your pushy clenched around him.

When you trembled feverishly Jin finally relaxed his grip enough for you to take a gasp and scream in pleasure as he pushed your body to its limit, somehow still unable to stop from rocking to meet him. Blood ran from your chest and neck, body shifting to gain leverage as you approached the precipice.

He remained speechless only offering groans that matched yours as you tightened around him, a blood covered finger flicking your swollen clit. Jin's pants grew more ragged and thrusts more brutal as he approached his own end. Finally uttering a command you could easily follow, “Cum angel fuck!”

The world shattered around you just as Jin spilled into you.

The stillness of your surroundings was amplified as you came down from your orgasm.

Jin was already zipping himself back into his pants and pushing his black hair back. “Here angel.” He offered yanking at the chain and letting it unravel before undoing the buttons of his large button down shirt and passing it to you. It wouldn’t cover much of your ass but it would do to get back to the car you parked a few blocks away coupled with your speed at night.

“We can’t just fuck every time we have to visit a crime scene.” You grumbled, the reality check hitting you hard as you studied the remains that surrounded you. The reason you were here in the first place.

“Of course not angel! Too much of a good thing you know?” He joked and reached in his pocket, tossing a small package the size of a wallet into the middle of the room. “I figured we would need to torch it.” He supplied as you rolled the over long sleeves.

“I guess that means I get to have your new phone number too, angel!” Jin sang as you rolled your eyes as you headed to the door without another word.

“Jin- we’ll both get the alert when there’s another place to inspect.” You said simply as Jin followed you. “I’ll just meet you there.”

A minute later when you reached your car alone, you saw the flames launch into the sky before the explosion boomed, causing you to wince. Even his destruction seemed flamboyant. You had gained another reason to wish for the end of silk.

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